The exceptions were two men a little ahead of them, standing just outside the Three Broomsticks. One was very tall and thin; squinting through his rain-washed glasses Harry recognized the barman who worked in the other Hogsmeade pub, the Hogโs Head. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione drew closer, the barman drew his cloak more tightly around his neck and walked away, leaving the shorter man to fumble with something in his arms. They were barely feet from him when Harry realized who the man was. โMundungus!
J. K. RowlingSuch loyalty is admirable, of course,โ said Scrimgeour, who seemed to be restraining his irritation with difficulty, โbut Dumbledore is gone, Harry. Heโs gone.โ โHe will only be gone from the school when none here are loyal to him,โ said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.
J. K. RowlingAs the sun fell below the horizon, Sir Luckless emerged from the waters with the glory of his triumph upon him, and flung himself in his rusted armor at the feet of Amata, who was the kindest and most beautiful woman he had ever beheld. Flushed with success, he begged for her hand and her heart, and Amata, no less delighted, realized that she had found a man worthy of them.
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